Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

The boys then throw their heads back, wailing harder and I…

Well, I do something that, in retrospect, is probably very dumb.

But I gasp and smile broadly, my eyes shining as I lean forward, my voice breathless with joy. “Girls!?” I ask Alvin, thrilled. “They’re girls!?”

“See!” he shouts, staring daggers at me and leaping up from my lap. “You are happy they are girls! You will love them more!”

“No, I –“ I say, trying to wipe the smile from my face and failing.

“Mamaaa,” Ian moans, like his life is ending, slipping bonelessly from his father’s lap to fall in a puddle on the floor. “You will love them – you will forget about us –“

“I won’t, I promise I won’t!”

“You still have me!” Victor offers to the boys, putting out a hand towards him.

Betrayed, I spin on him, my mouth falling open. “What!” I gasp.

“Oh come on, Evelyn,” Victor says, raising his eyebrows seriously at me. “You’re totally going to love two little girls more –“

“What!?” I screech a hand going to my heart, honestly betrayed. “Not more!” I insist, working to say more, but my argument is drowned out but the growing cries of my two sons.

And then, I lose it. I just burst into laughter at the ridiculousness of the whole thing – about finding out that I’m pregnant with a second set of twins because my genius children can hear their sisters’ heartbeats, about being accused of keeping secrets, about Victor taking their side –

I’m shaking with laughter, unable to help myself, and I feel Victor’s arms warm around me, feel him laughing too. The boys continue to cry, but we just…

Well, maybe it’s bad parenting, but we just let them. They are in for a big change – maybe it’s normal for them to feel a little grief over it.

But a few minutes later, I feel little paws against my leg and open my eyes, my laughter abating a little, to see my Ian’s tear-stained face close to me.

“Come on, baby,” I murmur, helping him up onto the bed and into my lap. “Don’t be sad – I promise not to love them more than you.”

“Do you promise to love them less?” he asks, sniffing.

And I can’t help it. I lie. “Sure, baby,” I whisper, smoothing a hand over his hair. “Just for you, I’ll love them just a little tiny bit less. You’re my first babies, after all. It’s only fair.”

says, smug, and

then we all sit for a minute, catching our breaths, Victor and I looking at each other with happy

we’re going to have double this, I say to his mind, shaking my head a little. Double the crazy – double the emotions – what if

go wide at the suggestion. Stop – he says to me with a fervid little push. Let’s just – handle these two, and

a sniff and basking

though, something occurs to

I say carefully, not wanting to set him off again. “How did you know?”

looks at me curiously,

they’re girls,” I explain, watching him. “You can’t hear that

it’s obvious.

exclaims, looking sharply down at his son.

even have minds yet

from laughing, not imagining that he’d take that well in

He hesitates, thinking.

small,” Ian postulates, turning to look down at my belly. “We could…touch

girls,” Alvin says, assured. “I don’t

were…well, because you’re twins. You’ve always been connected. I never thought that this kind of connection would extend to more siblings, if

knowing and perhaps

don’t want to mind-speak with

right now, though I’d be sure to make sure they were nice to their sisters later. “Well,” I say,

grumbles. Then, he looks up at

“What?” Victor asks, confused.

he sits up. “We have had a hard morning. We would like some alone time so that we can figure

want them to think I’m being condescending because, in reality, I think it’s wonderful

wants to squeal at the cuteness

my lap, standing up. The boys move to the other side of the room, talking

stops and calls to Ian and Alvin.

to

let’s all keep this a secret, okay?

nod eagerly, glad to be

them as they turn away. Victor and I head out the door,

arms, spinning me around in the hallway, burying his head again against